When we met again on the first day of junior high school, he was the shy deputy leader and she was the gentle group leader.
Side by side before and after the desk, the agreement on the draft paper, the tacit understanding in the Chinese class, the young man's thoughts are hidden in the shadow of the ivy, as light as a gust of wind.
She confessed her love for the first time in the second grade of junior high school, but she gently refused: We are still too young.
They were in the same high school in the same school, and when he came to him for the second time, she softened her heart briefly, but finally pushed him away.
Showdowns on New Year's Eve, breakups in the middle of the night, disconnection and reconciliation, reconciliation and separation.
After six years of fighting, two confessions, and three disconnections, the last time we met was in the summer after the college entrance examination.
She said with red eyes: We are like two pieces of a puzzle that cannot be put together.
He had saved up a lot of words and wanted to say goodbye gracefully, but she didn't even give him a chance to finish.
Later, he was admitted to a good university and lived his life as a calm and reliable adult.
It's just that no one will smile and say "thank you" when he hands over the wrong question book.
——The cruelest thing about growing up is that you finally get better, but that person is no longer there.
Purpose: To tell the story of the growth process of adolescent boys from ignorance to repeated pulls, to show the obsession and dislocation in youth love, and to convey the acceptance and reconciliation of youthful regrets - not all loves have an ending, and missing out is also a part of life. People will eventually go their own way with the past.